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Daniel D. Martin: Third place ($50 prize)
By DANIEL D. MARTIN
Published June 26, 2005
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[Times photo: Lance Aram Rothstein]
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Daniel Martin at Green Key Beach.
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Sitting up there, on old maid's cliff, strumming my six-string Strat, eyes glazed over by way of salty sea breeze, staring into the deep sky, drunk with light fading so quickly, leaving behind lucid shards, that, try as you might, could not be lost from sight. And thinking back to that island summer time - some point after the school of high, but just before collegiate rite - few things remain, save lucid shards, reflecting, also, such memories obtained, as evening-storm surf, the black crashing waves, and grinding on ocean-bottom shell-strewn sand turf. What else, I feel . . . cold steel made hot sitting atop boiling blue light amplified, liquid lasers beaming brightly from up so high. Looking back with insight the stars blossom in the pale violet velvet, edged by the pink cantaloupe rind, and sparkle brightly in the newborn night.
Sitting on that old Gray Lady, strumming my six-string Strat, my E string popped, and that was that.
Daniel D. Martin lives in Port Richey.
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